A journey in the dark
Barely of age
With the infinite in your gaze
Hospital hair
A postcard before leaving
And a backpack to search for
How does that border go?
Just after Miramare
Many notes in my thoughts
My six-stringed sword
Left at home waiting
An adventure awaited me
Unexpected 4 hours
The empty compartment
Just me and an angel
I wonder why
You didn't see
But you explained the colors to me
You didn't see
But you talked about noises and sounds
With closed eyes
with your sensitivity
A journey in the dark
Full of life and music
I hammered you all the time
I was curious as ever
How could you know
Of course in music
You have never disappointed me
There I understood the greatness
Respect for life
The importance of perfumes
The fear of silence
How much light inside you
The most beautiful adventure
It's just 4 hours
The full compartment
Of an angel
And all its whys
You didn't see
But you explained the colors to me
You didn't see
But you talked about noises and sounds
With closed eyes
with your sensitivity
A journey in the dark
Full of life and music
You were traveling alone
Your love was waiting for you
I handed him your suitcase
A wave of a hand and you left
Wonderful strong and safe
With all the poetry
A journey in the dark
I will never be able to forget it
“A journey in the dark”
“A very dear memory, the journey from Milan to Trieste, towards the barracks back in '91, in the compartment of a train alone with a blind woman. She, ten years older, talked about her feelings, how she imagines colors and what she finds in music, a fundamental guide. He responded with availability and kindness to all the questions of this boy, who, armed with a backpack, was going to waste a year of his life, but who in those 4 hours was able to broaden his awareness of the important and fundamental things in life. Thank you to a journey in the dark and an angel.”